Hands of the Doc

			   06/30/96 by Anonymous

Sure, as a kid I had spontaneous erections - -I truly remember at about age
4 - playing outside in the warm Florida breeze on the Atlantic beach near
our home, my little cock at the time would get rigid as hell, but I had no
idea why or what to do with it. Sometimes I would gently rub my childish
balls and stroke my little stiffstander. Damn, I loved it but didn't know
why then.

When I reached puberty at 11 - an early event for me with a wet dream that
soaked my bed, about which my older brother told me was ok, not to worry,
that I was becoming a "man" and on the threshold of SEX - sounded awesome,
but all I did was stroke off ( he showed me how - watched him double-fist
himself as I lay on my own bed with a raging hard and then worked on my own
and had my first real glorious self-stimulated orgasm - almost passed out
with pleasure - my bro laughing at me lying there covered with cum - shot
wildly everywhere. Also, I "circle-jerked" with the guys at school and in
the neighborhood, but we always did ourselves, not each other.

I was a pretty healthy kid and prior to puberty, until I was 14, I had no
major medical problems, but one arose as I sexually matured. Nature and
family heritage genes had blessed my bro and I with large endowments and
mine seemed to be too large for a 14 year old (God as my witness, it was
6.2" soft, thick with a large head, 8.9" hard and 6.5" beer can round then;
grew to current size of 6.6" flaccid, very thick and wide and 9.6 maximally
hard). It was embarrassing as hell to be standing in the shower at gym next
to my pals who had very modest-sized dicks and there I was hung like a
government mule, clearly bigger than the coach who used to shower with us
(often sporting a hard on for our attention and saying: "guys you'll enjoy
getting like this someday - -and I bet Bill is already there!" - he used to
eye me all too intently, but that's another story).

Well, the result was that my Dad and Mom (having seen me in my bathing suit
and my Dad in the showers at the YMCA) decided I should see an
endocrinologist as well as a urologist, the latter first to thoroughly
examine me. I had also had been compulsively jacking off and had worked up
a case of youthful prostatitis - my prostate was that of an adult and was
swollen and my cockbase and testicles seemed sore. When I shared my problem
with my Dad, he told me the soreness and swelling would probably be
alleviated by antibiotics - which proved true - and that I should stop the
"beating off" until I saw the doctor. I flushed red - and he said, "Son,
you're no different from all young men of my own generation and now - what
do you think I think you're doing in the bathroom during those extended
times you're in there?" And he laughed, and said again, "Lay off the peter,
pal!" I received an initial prescription from the doc without a major
examination and had to see him for a thorough "workup" two weeks later and
by that time, not having stroked in fourteen days and no wet dream, I was
horny as hell - "young and full of cum," you know - and I had no idea of
what would occur. My Dad took me and sat in the waiting room - to this day
I thank all Higher Powers for that!

Having stripped to my shorts, the urologist gave me a thorough physical -
usual checks of body, bloodwork, and chest x-ray, but no initial check of
my genitals or prostate gland. He remarked that I was muscular for my age
and I looked very healthy. He then told me to remove my shorts and sitting
on a stainless-steel stool, he massaged my balls (checking as he said the
vas deferens ducts, testicle size and tenderness), worked his finger up for
a thorough hernia check - a triple cough inspection, and then, while I was
standing, he laid my prick up against my flat stomach - holding it up by
the cockhead with the fingers of one latex-gloved hand and began to press
up and down the entire shaft - sides and underneath and connection of cock
to pubis. I became instantly hard with this work and he told me that was
fine - not to be embarrassed - and then he began to palpate the top
side. By that time precum was virtually flowing in a stream, a great ribbon
of which he gathered on a glass slide. I was in "sexual agony" when he
began to press the coronal ridge of my cut cock, now turgid and throbbing -
all 8.9" of my youthful peter, and when he pressed the glans between thumb
and index finger to inspect the "eye" and swab it with some cotton he made
one remark I'll never forget: "Fella, you're going to be chased by every
gal around you and be the envy of every man!" I was so embarrassed at my
state, I felt like saying I trade a good softie now for any such future
conditions. I almost released right on him right there, but he wanted to
continue the exam on the table and that gave me a brief break from my
nut-pulsing, raging cockhard horniness.

He stated he wanted to give my prostate a thorough exam and that he needed
a full ejaculation of semen for analysis as well - telling me that a sample
effected by self-masturbation would not be as copious and fully expressive
of the seminiferous tubules, vas deferens, seminal vesicles, Cowper's
glands, and prostate fluids as an assisted orgasm while having my prostate
massaged. The string of terms and the concept of "assisted" really
perplexed me, but who was I to argue. All I could say, is "Whatever you
have to do Doc!" And "Will it hurt?" First he said if I relaxed there would
be no discomfort (relaxed what, I thought, my peter, my body and I didn't
even know what the prostate was or how he was going to have to massage it).
Also, at the time not even sure of why, he also assured me my masculinity
would not be in doubt; that many men, even my father, had to have the
prostate examination and massage. He told me that I should not feel
embarrassed because of his work on my genitals and that I should relax into
it and enjoy the pleasure accompanying the exam work. I still didn't have a
clue as to what he was going to do. Still buck naked, I was told to lie on
the padded examination table face up and he covered my groin area with a
small, rather thick gauze-cotton towel which had about a 6" diameter
circular opening at its center. He instructed me to place the towel so that
my penis and testicles were revealed in the open area. I later learned the
gauzy-towel was to assist in fluid (read precum and cum) absorption.

And there I was lying on my back totally nude with only a small towel with
a hole in it. By that time, I was soft and not as horny as I was while
standing - but that changed quickly. The doctor inserted stirrups into the
lower section of the table, similar to those used for women's gynecological
exams, but the "saddles" in these were longer and well-padded with
fabric-covered foam rubber. He lifted each of my legs and placed each into
a stirrup which initially were hardly elevated more than about 8" above the
table, and the stirrups were on outward swinging gear shafts that permitted
the legs to be splayed open at varying degrees - as well as capable of
being further elevated to bring even the undersides of my balls fully into
view.  Also, the top of the table was engineered so that an upper panel on
which I was lying could be moved forward or back of the underneath table
and it could also be tilted on any angle from head to foot as needed. He
initially had my legs splayed about two feet apart with their elevation at
8" as stated. I was tilted about 20 degrees down at my head end so my my
genitals were easily accessible.  He stood at the end of the table -
proceeding to work between my elevated legs, stating that he could work in
this position with ease and capacity for "symmetrical" work - i.e. working
both sides of my testicles simultaneously from below, working on either
side of the base of my penis, and across the pubis with the flat of both of
his hand-palms using broad massaging strokes.  Not knowing what I was going
to experience, I was trembling both with excitement and anxiety - still
soft but feeling that that would not be for long.

>From a stainless steel steamer within reach he obtained a vial of warm
oil, donned new latex gloves that reached his elbows. Initially he massaged
my flat abdomen and belly, working in broad strokes up and down and from
side to side with strokes down into the upper pubic area and down each side
of my balls and inner thighs - - It was the most delicious sensation I had
ever experienced up to that day in my life. He would apply the oil to my
perineal shelf and with both palms press there right and left and flow his
hands from underneath my balls raising them high and then sliding out to
the groin sides and working my cock base with his finger - just here it
joins the pubis. He then began to palpate the underside of my cock held
back against my belly as when I was standing. I grew so fucking tumescent
that every time he touched my prick it would throbbingly contract and press
mightily against his hands - so much so that he had to continue by
encircling the shaft to keep the "symmetry" working. What was most ecstatic
was the work he did on my cock head - massaging my balls with one cupped
palm and dexterous finger work, with the other hand-fingers he made what he
called a tulip massaging - from the tip enclosing the cockhead with finger
tips around the coronal ridge and the thumb at the frenulum - which he then
worked up and down to the eye and around in circling motions. Turgidly
hard, I was flushed with lust, "dying with pleasure." After that work he
elevated and spread my legs higher so that I was completely exposed - -by
that time my pulsing cock was wildly waving and strands of precum are
connecting from my cock-slit eye to my belly and balls.

Raising my testicles, he began to massage the vas deferens at the back of
each testis and lowering my balls he gently "stripped" each testicular
tubule, in effect, as he said, forcing spermatic fluid up into the seminal
vesicles and the ejaculatory ducts - it felt wonderful and my balls were
beginning to tighten - he knew I was on the verge of orgasm, but told me to
relax so he could complete his work and ensure a massive ejaculation. All
of these phases of work lasted about ten-minutes each and repeated in
different sequences. Again, with his thumbs and fingers he moved my
maximally erect phallus upward against my belly, the cockhead frenulum
fully accessible to his forefinger tips which would press on either side of
the frenulum and then with the fingers of both hands he would work up and
down the underside of my shaft for 15 or so strokes.

My navel was filled with precum and my entire smooth belly slick with
it. Following those strokings, he aimed my cock downward and began to run
his fingers symmetrically down the upper side of my dick on either side of
my gigantic blue vein that was engorged with blood and visibly pulsing so
wildly you could see my heartbeat. Letting my cock slap against my belly,
he began to work the cremaster muscles (where hernia is checked) on left
and right of my scrotum - pushing his index finger up inside the upper
scrotal connection and massaging my "internal" cock stem and then up under
my balls and with both hand-fingers giving pressure massage up and down to
the continuum of the penis shaft that passes beneath the perineum (you can
feel same when really hard during a jack off session). I began to writhe
and groan with pleasure and again, he told me to "hold on" and he would
press his index finger into a point of the perineum just above the anal
opening and my need to cum would subside. Nonetheless I was groaning with
randiness.

I began to feel my balls getting tighter and could actually feel them go in
and out with tiny contractions. He must have seen this reaction and the
lifting of my groin, before I knew it he was jacking me off with one hand
and working my balls with his other hand. He began to apply gentle pressure
all around my ball sack and across and up and down and around - -I was
wildly growling then, out of my mind with pure physical pleasure, and while
he worked on the ball massage his rhythmic fist-strokes from base to tip of
my cock began to increase in timing. I was clearly ready to cum and he
removed his fingers from my balls and wrapped both of his fists around my
swollen-with-pleasure cock - largest hard on ever in my life - and then....

He held both of his fists, one atop the other, around my ragingly hard
prick, and told me start raising and lowering my groin and hips so that I
worked in and out of his fists - fucking his fists, no less - but first he
stated he wanted to roll a short condom-like sheath over the upper end of
my penis to obtain a goodly measure of my ejaculated seminal fluid. He
reached over and tore open a larger than usual foil type package and inside
was a pre-lubed, truly condom-like latex unit, but with a larger
reservoir-end than regular so-ended condoms have - sort of like a tennis
ball-sized balloon on the end of the sheath. I think my tongue was lolling
out of my mouth I was still so excited and I didn't care what he did - I
have never been as ready to cum in my life - the feeling of a monumental
orgasm arising was already there as he rolled the "rubber" half way down my
shaft. He tightly double-fist held my cock again and I began to hump and
thrust like a wild animal and with every downward pull the thumb on his
lower-held fist would massage the middle of my ball sack where it attaches
underneath to my cock base.

The remains to date the best phallic stimulation I have ever received from
another person, male or female. He further splayed my legs and elevated my
butt even further and while he stood on a step-platform, he had me settle
my hips and he began to jack me slowly from base to tip with long strokes.
To stabilize my balls which were really flopping and tightening alternately
he used a pre-made gauze sling and by placing my nuts in it and attaching
the ends of the sling to the sheet (the ends up over my upper leg/abdominal
connection) my ball sack and orbs were held up against and around the
bottom of my prick shaft - actually felt wonderful as he now stroked very
slowly up and down my latex capped rod with thumb gently massaging my
strapped up balls with each downward slow-motion stroke.  After what seemed
like several minutes of this he then began to fast stroke the base and mid
section of my prick with all of his fingers - rapid jacking, variably
squeezing motions.

By this time I was virtually writhing all over the table in ecstasy, my
belly, abdomen and chest heaving, my head rolling back and forth, my tongue
now thrust even further out and saliva dripping from my wet lips and over
my chin as I growled and moaned with sheer animal pleasure - my chest was
wet with saliva and my belly and short curly pubic hair were plastered with
precum and lube and precum was flowing out of the sides of the latex cap
and down my pulsing rod shaft and down onto my basketed balls in great
rivulets that from there flowed right down to my asshole and to the sheet
on the table - clearly that gauzy over towel was oversaturated by this
time.

Finally, his quick finger strokings caused my balls to pull scrotum-drum
tight underneath against my cock base, like two large o ranges pressing
against my dick, ready to juice to Kingdom-Cum.  I truly felt the cum
rising right from my balls through the tubules behind each testis, up
inside and in a series of mighty multi-contractions of ejaculatory ducts
and prostate gland, I felt a massive amount of jism rising right up my
urethral tube - virtually fattening my cock more than it was - and when I
began the first spurting - a massive cum jet - he wrapped one fist around
and jacked upward - -God as my witness, I delivered such a multi-jetting
series of cum ropes it blew that latex cap right off the end of my cock and
great ribbons of thick semen started shooting everywhere with a final trail
stream of cum splashing the doctor right in the face. He just let it ooze
slowly down, as he gently continued to stroke my cock to ensure delivery of
all fluid and with his other hand retrieved the "rubber" that had shot up
to the side of my head - luckily the balloon part was super filled and the
lower part was filled with very thick semen.

I had delivered - as he said - no less than 18 jets of consistently thick
cum - the most massive ejaculation he had ever witnessed in his entire
career. I was so god damned embarrassed then - returning to reality and now
feeling that something might be wrong with me because I enjoyed it so much
and, too, because he was still pulling with soft final emptying strokes on
my now semi-hard and relaxing peter, while wiping the great wad of cum off
his face. He lowered the table and leg-raising ratchets and once all was
level he used steamed towels and a reduced alcohol lotion to clean me up -
giving my penis a few final emptying strokes working it between his thumb
and index finger and then having me roll on my side he very gently entered
my anus and felt my prostate which he declared was half the size before he
started and firm rather than spongy as it had been before.

He then had me lie on the table for another 20 minutes during which time, I
fell completely asleep, sex sated and totally calm. He woke me and told me
to get dressed and while I sat on the edge of the table he told me that I
would take a medication that would retard my genital growth although he
felt my penis and testicles would increase in size, but not so much so that
I might suffer "gigantism" as he called it. He stated again he did not want
to counteract the testosterone abundance in my body - in time, with my body
as it increased in height and my frame became more muscular, my genital
size would not seem over excessive as it did at the time. And then the
message that blew my mind (but secretly made me feel a twinge in my peter
after all that satisfaction): I would have to have six to eight more
massage sessions in order to "check" the prostate growth, ensure no further
congestion and to fully "clean out" my sexual tubules and glands each week.

He then said, again and again, I was not to be "inhibited" about the work
or embarrassed about my, as he put it, "decorating my face with your
youthful semen" for as a urologist he had experienced such before, but
never in such great amount. He assured me that the procedures were
necessary and not in any sense or measure bringing my manhood into doubt or
anything to feel guilty over. He told me I should gently masturbate once in
the morning and once before bedtime - not with vigorous strokings, but very
slowly, and to remove my fists (he knew by my size I used both) when I
began to orgasm and allow the seminal fluid to naturally "shoot out of the
penis" into a towel until the flow was essentially over and then I could
"strip" the last fluids out with soft strokings. I couldn't believe my ears
- the doctor was prescribing a 2xdaily jack-off. You bet, Doc!

When after close to an hour I rejoined my father, who then at the doc's
signal entered the inner room to talk, I felt both super-relaxed and also
uncomfortable. Did my father know what had been going on? Did my face show
any signs? In about 10 minutes he came out and gave me a big smile and the
doc waved goodbye and told me to do the exercises daily before my
appointment the following week. Although no one in the waiting room could
have known what he was referring to - me being younger than all there - I
blushed red as a beet and rushed out the door on my father's coat=tail. In
the hallway, he placed his arm around my shoulder and said the doc had told
him a prostate massage was necessary and for me not to think of it as
abnormal. Dad told me he had a prostate exam at every physical and
invariably "lost his nuts" spontaneously every time. (But not like I
experienced I am sure and I am equally sure the doc did not give him the
full "treatment" as I had been given.)  He also told me the doctor said I
was actually sexually mature at age 14 - physically and that as time
evolved my entire body would "catch up" with my enormous genital size for
my age.

My Dad also winked and said he would make sure I had a morning and evening
reservation for the bathroom (we only had one) because he was told of my
need to "release" minimally twice a day. I was no longer embarrassed and to
this day love my Dad even more for speaking openly, confirmingly, and
frankly about my "problems," making me feel comfortable about it all. He
also said the doc assured him I was going to be a fine specimen of a man
and for he and my Mom not to worry and for my Dad not to be envious - my
father laughed out loud on repeating this!). Truth is, my father was hung
like a government mule and once I saw it hard after he stepped out of the
shower and it was as thick as his wrist and had to be at least 10 or more
inches in length - a huge heavy piece of manly equipment - and he also had
a huge set of balls that hung at least 9 1/2" down beneath his cock.

I was taking a pee and he never tried to hide his condition - suspect he
might have been jacking off in the shower or just naturally randy that day
and it stayed straight out and up toward his belly during the entire time
he was shaving and I could see, from a crack at the end of the shower
curtain when I began to bathe, him reach down and give it a few strokes
every now and then and massage just the head with some shaving cream. He
left though before I left the shower and I never did know whether he
finished himself off in the bedroom or not - sure didn't get it on with my
Mom for she had already left for work. One thing for sure, seeing his giant
member, I secretly knew I would never win in a competition with him. The
next day I went to the endocrinologist and after varied tests (and although
he extensively palpated my penis and testicles, but not my prostate - I
didn't get hard due to my complete relief the day before) - he concurred
with the urologists recommended medication to retard genital growth, saying
I already had more than enough to satisfy myself or anyone else I so chose.

And for eight successive weeks I returned to the urologist for my
treatments. Every time it got better as I was really able to get into his
work. He used an accujack sleeve on my cock which would created a
vacuum-sucking effect and I would deliver my cum jets into it while he
massaged my balls and prostate gland.  Other times he would jack off the
head of my cock with the lower part of his fist - his little finger and
thumb pressed firmly around the coronal ridge of my cut dick - he would
make 90-miles-a-minute fast strokes and my ejaculation would burst out in
one great long sheet of ivory jam, covering my chest and slathering my
neck.

An alternative technique was to have me stand at the edge of the
examination table and milk it like a cow's udder - not jacking back and
forth, but long slow strokes with encircling fists which moved from base to
right off the end of the cock and then returning to base to milk
again. Just before I was about to cum he would aim my rigid stiffstander up
as he performed the final milking strokes - having me gush cum all over the
end of the table - 18 to 20 inch ribbons of it with each of the final
milking strokes would snake through the air and make jism-slick lines on
the sheet. He would lay me back on the table and remove and then do the
final "squeeze draining" of my peter and pat it down until it was a little
less than semi-hard. Again, he would clean me up with the steamed towels
and alcohol rub.

By the eighth time I was no less than "addicted" but he told me that we
wouldn't need to do what he called the "full draining" but once a month for
about six months, then every three months for an additional two years and
finally, every six months for an additional two years. I was so addicted to
his work, that no sex with a woman or a man as I matured could compare to
the pleasure I experienced at the hands of the doc - or should I say in the
hands of the doc. By the time each period for the work got near I became
precum-drippingly horny, having a necessary-to-strap-against-my-belly
hard-on for days prior to his work. When I was 18 1/2 years old I had my
final 6-month interval visit - lasted one and a half hours and this time he
gave me a complete frontal and back massage particularly exciting my
nipples on my by now very muscular chest, rubbing my flat belly and
generously massaging and milking my cock which had grown to its final 9.6"
and my ball sack and nuts which were now larger and heavier than my Dad's
appeared. He measured my cock one final time at full size, pressing and
holding a white plastic ruler to it as I got close to cumming, to determine
the absolute largest size at maximum excitement.  There I was, bigger than
ever, and the doc's expert hand work combined with a proud feeling from
deep within at having him so closely witness me being this hard, thick and
and large, I came while moaning loudly, shooting no less than 23 spurts,
all of which shot clear of my cock into the air except for the last three
or so, still with enough volume by themselves to drench the ruler and the
doc's hands.  He read of the inches while I was cumming, and he insisted on
squeezing a second and third orgasm out of me this time, going through the
same routine, impressed to see me reach full size each time.  He whistled
at my multiple releases, as even the third time, while of course cumming
less than the initial release, it shot out as high as ever.  At the end of
the final session I was so emptied out of cum I could hardly walk and I had
left on the sheet - and an over-spillage on the floor - a cum slick larger
than the top of a 30 gallon oil drum.

Then after he cleaned me up and palpated my prostate and gently applied
some soothing cream to my cockhead that was tender that day for some reason
and giving a final stripping of my testicle tubules he told me I would not
need to see him anymore unless I had any difficulty (such as swollen
feeling up inside my anus, tender testicles, sore penis shaft or head). He
also wished me well on my soon-to-be entry into college. I couldn't tell
him that I wanted to come back for his treatments more often and what else
could I say that I was vastly appreciative of his care over the past four
and a half years. By that time he was a friend and more intimately aware of
my cock, balls, asshole and complete sexual organs and cumming capacities
than anyone else has ever been.

During the Christmas break of my freshman year, I had been engaged in some
heavy duty sex with both a woman and a college roommate, fucking them both
every other night. So when I went home for the break, although I had no
swelling or pain, I longed for his ministrations again and made an
appointment. Once on the table and legs raised high, asshole exposed, balls
sagging down over the back of his inspecting hand, cock hard already, he
didn't dwell long in tenderly palpating the prostate - withdrew his fingers
and said, "in excellent shape - you've evidently been keeping it well
drained. Then he carefully examined each testicle, the vas deferens of each
and the testicular tubules while my 9.6 was waving back and forth begging
for his handwork.

No luck, he said my testicles were in perfect shape - testes right
hardness, tubes clear. Then, oh please I felt - work on this - he held my
cock at the base with one fist and with his fingers palpated the head and
opened the eye and with his fingers squeezed it open and shined his light
into the hole and stated that the meatus was clean and without inflammation
- he fingered up and down the top/bottom/sides of my jumping prick,
pressing around the cockbase and into the testicles, just enough to start
the precum flowing. Reaching over for a tissue, he wiped the precum away
and said very matter-of-factly - William, you're in perfect shape - now go
get fucked or sucked, but out of my office - you have no problem and I'm
not going to give you surrogate pleasure" - and don't come back unless you
have a real problem - though you can send me a card from time to time about
new events in your life. I was really ashamed, believe me, for I wanted to
get off with his work again and he knew it once he had examined me. I
apologized and he just smiled and said not to worry - he knew he was good
and that many men got addicted to his treatments, but to him that is what
they were - treatments not sex.

Well, the moral of this truthful tale is that I just as soon of had his
"treatments" rather than sex for several years thereafter, but in fact I
never had any reason to go back so I sent him a card on occasion.  He died
in an automobile accident this past year and I went to his funeral and
cried like a kid and admit without shame that during the final moments of
the service in a kind of reverie of memories, I thought of his work on my
body and realized my suit trousers were stretched out in front and I was
hard as a rock! Figured that was about the best commemoration I could offer
him other than condolences to his family. And later that night, in bed, I
whacked off for close to two hours and came mightily - a large mayonnaise
jar full - all the time remembering his sensual, fantastically erotic and
manly medical work. And yelling like a roaring lion as I multi-shot cummed:
This is for you Doc - and your wondrous hands!